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An Imperfect Life

poetry by Fr. Harold Macdonald

The Series

Ashes to Easter

 

 

 

Good Friday

 

The time has come again to say God died

for us: impossible to contemplate!

The divine nature joined to human hate?

God’s Word, the second Person, mortified ?

So great a love in mortal end condensed

the Infinite pressed into infamy?

Knowing all things except contingency

(time’s struggle, joys, the failures, discontents),

God, from within, dies human death in Christ.

Each inch of life, each weak’ning breath, each loss

each insult, pain - the shameful cross -

pay all our debt; Christ’s death sufficient price.

Now within the Infinite, unique I am

God’s Self includes the murdered, living Lamb.

 

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